Letting Go of the Wheel

<instrumental music <foreign language> Three in the morning, I'm wide awake

again. Staring at the ceiling like it holds the answers there.

Replaying every word my boss spoke yesterday. Wondering if my email sounded wrong

in every way. Got my hands white-knuckled on a wheel that's spinning free.

Like black ice on the highway where I got no guarantee. I'm burning myself

out, I'm wearing worry like a chain. Trying to steer the thunder,

trying to redirect the rain. But you can't control the mountain. Can't control the

storm. Can't make the river listen when it's raging on alone.